Cody Cruz, in the throes of his solo ritual, loses himself in the sensation of his own touch. His hand, slick with precum, glides up and down his stiff cock, his hips bucking in rhythm. He bites his lip, his eyes closed, as he pictures the dirtiest of fantasies. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a guttural moan, he finds his release, painting his chest with his hot, sticky cum.